After Death | Bucky Barnes(Republished)

Meeting Him

      My family died when I was young, I made bad decisions, I never felt like I belonged anywhere; then I was recruited. An agent found me, he saved me, and became a father figure. That is, until he was killed in action before the battle of New York.

     S.H.I.E.L.D. was my home, the only place I felt like I belong. Now we're labeled as a terrorist organization. We now know Hydra had been infiltrated in S.H.I.E.L.D. for years. The US government wants all agents locked away, I've found myself alone, and on the run again.

     It was late when I found a crappy motel to stay the night, I should be out of here before the sun rises. I walked to the bed and pulled the sheets down, kicked off my boots, and picked up the remote and turned the news on. I set my weapons down on the night stand, taking out my badge before I tossing it on the table I stopped and opened it. I know it doesn't mean anything anymore, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it, even after all this time. I know its useless; S.H.I.E.L.D. is gone.

A loud knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I kicked the sheets off me, sliding my feet into my boots and picked up my gun. I quietly made my way to the door and peeked through the peephole. Coulson.

'That's impossible.' I thought to myself as i watched him knock again.

"Y/N, I know you're in there. We need to talk." he said, loudly. I hesitated with my hand on the cool doorknob. It could be some sort of trap, maybe I could still get away. 'I should be doing this.' I thought to myself as I cracked open the door, keeping my gun hidden from his view.

     He looked exactly the same as I remembered him. He sat down and explained everything that had happened since the Incident of New York, how he had died and they brought him back. It was a lot to take in, finally when he was done, I couldn't help but hug him.

"I've missed you." I spoke quietly to his shoulder. 

"I've missed you too, kid." he smiled. 

"How did you find me?" I asked as he released me.

"I have my ways." he smiled. "Now, I'm getting the band back together. Starting from scratch, and we need your help." 

"Who's we?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"You'll see." he smiled as he walked to the door. "Lets go." 

I grabbed my weapons, badge, and coat before walking after him and walked after him into the bright morning, leaving the rest of my belongings behind. I checked my watch, almost seven am. Coulson led me to a black Acura parked outside, I got in the passenger seat and he started to drive. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see." he smiled. 

"Yep, same old Coulson." I said.

"What? What do you mean old?" he asked, finally looking at me.

"It feels just like old times." I laughed, slightly taken back at how strange my laugh sounded.

     He slowed down, parking outside of the Stark Tower. I continued to look up at the massive building as I slammed the car door shut.

"Does he know that you're..." I trailed off. 

"Alive? Yeah." he scoffed as if i was supposed to already know. I continued to follow as he walked through the glass doors which opened as we approached. I remembered meeting with Romanoff several years ago. She led the operation to which I had been assigned to, but I've never met the rest of the team. 

     I followed Coulson as he stepped in one of the quiet elevators. I listened to the soft music as I watched him enter a code to be granted access to one of the top floors. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, once more I followed Coulson down a hall and through two massive, wooden, double doors. Inside I was greeted with what looked like a living room with white sofas and what looked like half a kitchen on the other side of the room.

      Three men sat by the counter and looked up as we walked in. I recognized two of the men right away. I remember reading their files: Mr. Anthony Stark and Mr. Steve Rogers. The third looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him.

"Hey guys, I have someone I want you to meet." Coulson said as Rogers and the brown haired man stood, Stark stayed in his seat.

"This is y/n, she's one of my best and my most trusted." Coulson spoke proudly.

"I read her file. Pretty impressive. Pretty, pretty..." Mr. Stark looked at me up and down, "I was just expecting someone a little more... well... More." 

"Well, pleasure to meet you too Mr. Stark." I responded as Coulson looked back at me.

"Anyway, this is Steve." Coulson gestured to the blonde man. Steve held out his hand 

"It's nice to meet you." Mr. Rogers held out his hand which I gladly shook. I looked at the man beside him, his blue eyes meeting mine for the first time.

"Uh hi."he held out his hand, "My names James."

"You can call him Bucky." Steve said patting his shoulder. 

"Bucky." I repeated, feeling a slight smile on my lips. I watched as he kept his eyes on me and then let out what sounded like a nervous chuckle and he looked down.